So, I want to raid a military base which is literally right beside the shelter where I spawned, but so far this game I haven’t run across an electrohack or a military ID card. I’ve got my fire station fortress all set up and well-stocked, and I finally decide it’s time to go explore that base. Hmm, no explosives. I know, I’ll use some ammo I have laying around!
Let’s see, I should probably get at least one point of throwing skill so I can toss the ammo on a fire near the door. I have a pitching text in my bookcase, I’ll just settle down for a few hours and read it.
Oops, I’m thirsty. Let’s go check the funnels and bottles. Ooh, goody, they’re full. Hmm, I should really build a wooden barrel to hold all this water, since the toilet where I store my water isn’t within crafting distance of my fireplace.
Get my axe, head out to the nearest house, chop down a tree in the backyard, convert it all to 2x4s, load up my shopping cart, and make a half-dozen round trips to get it all back to my base. Done and done!
Build my barrel, fill it with water, replace all my bottles and jugs under their funnels. Now I am ready to read my pitching book.
Begin reading. Four percent. YOU FEEL TIRED.
Okay, time for bed. Sleep the sleep of the just. Get up, eat, drink, WTF is all that noise outside?
Go outside, it looks like a fucking petting zoo. I guess running back and forth getting all that firewood really left a scent trail. Okay, out comes the machete, murder all the assorted flies, cats, spiders, foxes, turkeys, dogs, mooses, wolves, zombie dogs, deer, shrews, bats, and so forth milling around in my front yard. Butcher, skin, collect empties.
Let’s see, I have about 80 or 90 meat. Seems a shame to let it go to waste. Okay, out comes the smoker and dehydrator. Cue Apocalyse Kitchen theme song. On todays episode we make sausages, balogna, currywurst, jerky, cheeseburgers, and enough dried meat to choke Bear Grylls. Done.
Now, let’s settle back with some opossum jerky and read that pitching book.
IT IS TOO DARK TO READ.
Dammit, okay, I don’t want to waste the firewood or I’ll have another petting zoo to deal with tomorrow. I’ll just make myself a light strip here and… dammit, no electronic scrap.
Grab the machete, grab the cart, time to go shopping through dead people’s homes for a talking doll or a computer. Fight my way through the previous tenants, murder a basketball court full of children (and eat all their cookies to make myself feel better about it), find a computer in the sixth house I raid, deconstruct the computer, and grab the electronic scrap. Finally.
Return home, make my light strip, switch it on, lean back with a sigh and open my pitching text.
YOU FEEL TIRED. STOP READING?
God fucking damn it.
Okay, bed time. Tomorrow FOR SURE. I set my alarm to make sure I’m up bright and early so I can read my book and still have enough light left to hike to the military base. Thunder and lightning all night, but I’m safe and warm in my snuggie. Wake up, eat some fly meat sausages, and crack open the pitching text. FINALLY. Spend the morning learning how to toss shit. Close my book, gird my loins, heft my machete, grab my cart, and off I go to raid the military base! I throw open the front door and…
It’s fucking pissing down acid.
Four days and counting since I first decided it was time to hit that base. Does this happen to anyone else, where it takes you a week to get anything done?